Narrative Poems

His poems refuse
to mourn his passing, they
detach themselves from
books, magazines, wall hangings
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You weren't well or really ill yet either;
just a little tired, your handsomeness
tinged by grief or anticipation, which brought
to your face a thoughtful, deepening grace.
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Today the Masons are auctioning
their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans,
gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes
labeled inside the collar "Potentate"
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Dear Dr. Pintu Mahakul,

Heartiest CongratulationsTo You!
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The great man turns his back on the island.
Now he will not die in paradise
nor hear again
the lutes of paradise among the olive trees,
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S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind,
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,
Have known three centuries, poets sing,
Of dalliance with a demon thing.
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WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan!
Head from the mother's bowels drawn!
Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and lip only one!
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Dear God,
Let our borrowers pay us back
We can take no more flack
We have to remain on track
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PALLAS, attending to the Muse's song,
Approv'd the just resentment of their wrong;
And thus reflects: While tamely I commend
Those who their injur'd deities defend,
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I

Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate:
His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,
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If patience isn't necessary;
How can what is good manifest?
It is by a change of narrative that several dreams do come true
Not just to believe that miracle is likely to occur
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A western wannabe originally off the wall,
A critical totem so straight and simple,
Plumbline attached to the talons of an eagle
Cobra and Kheper hieroglyphic cryptic,
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My Love Narrative
Prying eyes are trying to see what I am up to
Let me see what I share and what I do not
Under all circumstances my dear I am but true
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Grey snow falling sound
And silence of tragedy
A narrative of time
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Fake
Go not with
Any fake narrative
Fake
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Multi-spacial maps of conceptual theatre in narrative ordinaries.
There is no worries for reputations of solar systems.
March of night is lust for life.
Starry nights in Vangoughed orbits.
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...I'm sorry but i have another note for her. There is nothing bad that I write things on the spot, all at random; my kiddish genre presupposes no metaphors or literary devices. I love her yet, and it's calm here, I mean to reamin clean for her. Perhaps I am not too gifted, but it is my original, innate soul, one of genuine pretty Anechka, and I dont see what she is looking for. I don't think of the narrative structure of my rendition, I think of how not to loose her and not to escape from her too far away. I love her, and if I am this way, I can't help. If I come to another country, I will be harder to get approached. Kay, I love you, but if you are this way, I won't be able to encounter you. Your Me.
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"The open ear of youth doth always listen" - Shakespeare

I want to listen, when adults give me advice but it's not easy. The wind-up, the slow methodical narrative to the point drives me insane.
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Not by words of verbal narrative,
Let an action be judged by motive,
Let courts cut down old pomp,
Privilege, needless romp,
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The poor man's name was David Dorn,
he was murdered by rioters,
trying to defend his friend's business,
but the reaction quite disturbed.
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